"Settle down everyone."
Mr Douglas says as he arranges his files and notes on the teacher's table before him. Reece guides me to my seat and I settle down.Her blazing eyes glare at my left seatmate, who looks like he is participating in a frowning competition. I will leave you with a hint that will help you guess who my left seatmate is: I called him an arrogant brat this morning."Are you sure you can manage through this class?" Reece whispers, concern in her voice."Yes I can. I am not going to miss class because of some. . . . .badboy."I can feel Luke's eyes burning through the skin of my face, but I don't fucking care.If he is angry that I called him a badboy, then he is a more excellent denial expert than the disciple Peter of the bible.Reece nods at my response and moves to sit on her seat, which is two seats in front of mine. I put my phone on silent and focus my attention on Mr Douglas's back as his hand pens down the topic of today's class on the board: PAINTINGS OF HUMAN SHADES AND EMOTIONS: A MOODBOARD GATEWAY TO SELF DISCOVERY.Sometimes, I wonder how Mr Douglas comes up with topics that are so 'off curriculum.'"So today," he begins, "I will be talking about how paintings of human shades and emotions can help an artist on his or her gateway to self discovery."Tiffany, the blonde girl sitting at my right, blows a full pink balloon from her bubble gum. Her forearms are folded under her full breasts, and her right leg is crossed over her left knee.A loud yawn falls from Greg's lips, the lean guy seating beside Tiffany. Greg always gloats about his desire to be the next Steve Jobs, but I wonder how he is going to be the next Steve Jobs if he is, first of all:Always sleeping in class and secondly:He is in the art class, a class that has nothing to do with sciences or computer jargons.Mr Douglas continues his teaching despite the distractions, and I jot down some vaild points he makes. He talks about how fine art has always served as a means of expression for mankind for many years, and how capturing human emotional details with the right paint strokes and colours on canvas can help an artist discover his artistic energy through the layers of human emotions.The class goes on for another one hour or so, and even I start to feel tired.I am relieved when I pen down the short summary he renders for every thing he has been teaching for the past hour."And now, that brings me to the end of my teaching for today. Any questions?"The class falls silent. As the bookish girl who is only concerned with her academic life, I know you are expecting me to ask a bunch of Shakespearean questions, but I love to ask my questions to my teachers in private because of the following reasons:First of all, my classmates always dread the day I ask questions in class. It is a telltale sign to them that the class will never end, because I always have tons and tons of questions to ask.Secondly, I feel that when I ask my questions to my teachers in their office, they tend to answer me from a calm, more relaxed state than when they answer me in class.So there, you have it."Well, since there are no questions, where is Alicia, your Class President?"It takes a while before I raise my hand in response."Please come forward."I gently rise up from my seat, feeling the pain in my left knee as it goes up a notch. I manage to hide my limp as I walk forward to Mr Douglas.I reach the front of his desk and stand, facing the class."You all can recall that in my last class, I said that I will be giving a class project to you all based on the topic I will be teaching next, and that this project is to be done in groups of twos."I look around the class, expertly avoiding to make eye contact with Luke."After receiving your class list from your class president," Mr Douglas continues, "I paired each and every one of you with a partner. In this project, using the topic of my class today and what you understood by my teaching today, you and your partner will have to come up with seven different paintings depicting the seven universal facial expressions in humans, and will also have to submit a documented summary of how you honestly felt while doing the project."I shake my head. Mr Douglas will never cease to amaze us."Why are you shaking your head Miss Smith? Is there anything you want to say?""No. . . .no sir." I stutter out. "I am just impressed by the nature of the project."I can feel the snarling looks of everyone's eyes on me now, but I had to say something nice to continue to be in Mr Douglas's good book, even if it means that my words will only fuel Mr Douglas's desire of giving us such a gruelling project."Miss Smith, take this." Mr Douglas says, handing me a printed A4 paper containing group numbers and the names of people paired together in groups of twos. "I want you to read out the group numbers and the names of people paired together for the project so that everyone will know who their partner is."I nod and collect the paper from him. We are twenty four in my class, and since everyone is paired in groups of twos, it means that the groups are twelve in number.I wonder who I will be paired with.I clear my throat and begin to read out the group numbers and names."Group One - Tiffany Adams and Greg Lee."Tiffany shrieks, snapping her head beside her to glare at Greg, who is nodding his sleepy head."Group Two - Miranda James and Sandra Grey."The two headquarters of gossip in our class chuckle together, pleased that they are paired together.I continue to call out group numbers and various names until I get to the column marked group nine.I fall mute as the names of the two people who have been paired in group nine for the project glares back at me."Is there anything wrong Miss Smith?" Mr Douglas asks.My throat is tight, and I struggle to find the words to speak, to answer, but how can I talk when the air that is to fuel my words has evaporated from my lungs?"Miss Smith?"Mr Douglas's voice sounds like a faint siren to my already pounding ears. I lift my eyes from the paper and shoot my gaze at the boy that I have been trying to avoid making any eye contact with.Luke's eyes lock with mine. For a moment, the whole world goes silent and disappears, leaving me trapped in the chaotic blue ocean of my adversary's eyes.I feel the paper being taken away from my grasp, but I am too shocked and too immersed in my traumatic state to notice."Group Nine, we have Alicia Smith and Luke Evans."Luke's eyes widen in surprise. Low catcalls and whispers fill the air.This can't be happening! This nightmare can't be fucking happening to me!__________________________I am still frozen in place when Mr Douglas continues to call out the remaini
The air in the clinic smells of medicine and Swiss Air Freshener. I shut the door, the sound making Mrs Green, the fair chubby nurse sitting at her desk near one of the beds in the clinic to look up from the stack of office files in front of her."Hey Alicia. How are you?""To be honest Mrs Green, I am not fine.""Is everything alright?" She asks, her eye brows raised as she stands up from her chair."I fell down on the stairs in front of the school's entrance and hurt my left knee. It is really painful.""Oh my dear."She reaches me where I stand and wraps one of her arms gently around my waist. She guides me to a spring bed draped with a blue bedsheet."Here, sit."I settle my ass down on the bed. She brings a chair, places it in front of me and sits down on the chair. I wince when she lifts my left leg and places it on her laps."Sorry dear. I need to examine the area."I wince further when the fingers of her right hand begin to press around the regions of my left knee. Some parts
The rest of the classes before lunch go by pretty fast. Miss Oregon, our Literature teacher, allowed me into the class after I explained to her that I was coming from the school's clinic. It wasn't tough coining out the words to use, moreover, I am a role model student. The next valedictorian. And I have a very clean student record, so it wasn't hard for me to convince her to allow me into the class.During lunch break, Reece and I arrive at the cafeteria and order our lunch. Within a few minutes, our lunch order is set and we carry our trays to our favourite table: The table by the window facing the lawn outside. The lushious green beauty lies calm, radiating the rays of sunlight. My lunch expenditure ever since I became a student of Riverdale High has always been spent with Reece and I picking at our food and talking about stuffs that pique our interests.Recently, Reece has been engulfed in the Kpop world, always squealing in delight and ranting non-stop whenever she talks about Ju
Luke stops his motorcycle in front of Bailey's, a popular diner in town. The aroma of spicy fried chicken and hamburgers and all manner of sweet foods seeping out of the door of the diner cloaks around my nose, teasing my senses."What are we doing here Luke?" I ask."We are here to talk about the project, and since I am hungry too, it is better to kill two birds with one stone. Are you hungry?""No I am not."Another crispy aroma of French fries and fried chicken wafts through my nostrils, and my stomach does a loud growl, betraying my lie."I think your stomach disagrees with you."I clutch my belly and bite down my lower lip. Luke coughs."Ladies first.""I didn't know you were such a gentleman." I taunt. I open the door of the diner and enter inside, with Luke following me behind.We get to a quiet spot at the left end of the diner. I settle down on the lounge chair. Luke sits down on the one opposite mine, and waves to a waiter standing by the bar.The waiter walks up to us, a ple
I twitch my eyes in confusion. My ears must have heard wrongly. I unfold my arms at once."Are you joking?" "No Alicia. I am not. Research studies have shown that women are excellent experts in depicting various mood swings, even better than men, especially when they are on their period."It takes everything in me not to scream out the next sentence."You are unbelievable Luke."He shrugs. "I have heard that compliment a lot."He tilts back his head, drumming his fingers on the table."You are the perfect muse for this project. You are beautiful, and you switch emotions so fast like a cheetah.""I don't." I blurt out."Yes you do. Remember Miss Oregon's Literature presentation class last term?"My hands fall limp at my sides. I sigh. I know where this conversation is heading to."I hope you are not trying to taunt me because I cried during the presentation class."Luke giggles. I swear the sound is so lovely."No Alicia. I am not trying to taunt you. If you can clearly remember all t
The blaring noise of my phone alarm and the chirping of the morning birds wake me up from sleep. I wipe the swollen sleep bags around the corners of my eye. I still feel very much tired and drowsy from my little lack of sleep last night.Luke was right. Knee pains are actually worse at night. When the effects of the painkillers started to wear off, the pain in my left knee had to force me to wake up at intervals to press down the ice pack on it. I rubbed a little more ointment on the area, which also helped.My alarm continues to ring. I gently toss to my side before gathering up the strength to sit up. I pick up my phone and swipe my finger on the screen, turning the alarm off.After a brief moment of resting the back of my head on the headboard of my bed and running my brain through the few tasks I have mapped out for today, I climb out of my bed. I dress my bed and arrange the little disorders spread across my room.I go through my usual morning ritual of brushing my teeth, taking
About twenty minutes later, we stop in front of a photography studio named Shutter Pictures on Abbey's Avenue. Luke turns off the car's engine and alights. I open my door and climb down too.Luke leads the way and I follow. When we enter the studio, I clutch my arms at the sudden cold that grasps at my skin. Luke notices this and pulls off his leather jacket."Don't worry Luke. I am—"Before I finish my protest, his jacket is already covering my shoulders down to my arms. "I may not be the perfect friend yet, but I guess friends don't allow their other friends to catch a cold."I can't help the smirk that I now know is curling up my eyebrows. I scoff."And also. . . . ."His hand moves swiftly to my hair, pulling off the hair band I used to hold up my curly hair in a messy bun."This looks better. You look more beautiful when your hair is let down."My mouth is gaped open in shock at his audacity. At his temerity. His fingers trail down my hair lightly as he adjusts the curls down my
We sneak out to the parking lot just the same way we sneaked into the back of the school's yard. After we enter the car, Luke straps his seatbelt over his chest and hatches it into the lock. He starts the car and drives out of the parking lot. I strap my seatbelt too over my chest and wind down my window a little bit more.The air blows into the car and topples my dress a little. I adjust the dress over my exposed thighs immediately. I think I heard Luke clear his throat. When I look up at him, I catch his eyes feigning focus on the road.Or maybe he is actually focused on the road.One of his hands continue to control the wheel of the car as his other hand pushes back his messy hair getting blown all over his face. To say he looks cute will be an understatement.He looks. . . . . . beautiful even.The silence in the car starts to feel alien, and just when my mind starts to contemplate on whether I should or should not initiate any conversation of some sort, Luke saves me the trouble b